Room 304, Sunday Evening

[chasingangela]

Back from a walk around the still-snowy campus, Angela threw herself onto her bed and turned the music up, LOUD.

The last few days had been kind of rough. On Friday, after she found out Rory was attacked, she talked to Parker about it in the library and begged her way onto the team to go turn the vampires into dust. While that was still vibrating through her mind, she ran into Marty and had a tense conversation. Working with Lee and Xander in art class had only slightly improved her mood.

With a storm trapping her at the school, she had hung out in the common room Friday night, when she and Marty reached a truce and Parker told her the mission was for fighters and superheroes only, normal girls need not apply. She hated that, but reluctantly saw Parker's point -- more so after she talked to Angel, too, and he seemed just as certain the mission was no place for humans.

And that was before the snow monsters attacked. She had thrown boiling oil, burning textbooks, and ramen noodles at the things, and was happy to watch them melt; but now, tired and with a burned hand, she would be just as happy at a school without monsters, thanks.

At least the victory party had been fun.

And now there was an invitation stuck under her door. She turned it over in her fingers as she stared into space.

[OOC: Open to all.]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

After playing way too many rounds of solitare, Isabel took a walk through the dorms to see who was around. For a change of scenery she decided to see who was around on the third floor. Following the sound of music down the hall, she stopped in the doorway and smiled when she recognized Angela.

"Hi! Having a party?"

[chasingangela]

Angela jumps a little at the sound of Isabel's voice, sticking Angel's note under her pillow before rising from the bed.

"A party for me, me, and me," she says. "I'm just hanging out, though, if you want to come in?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Sure. I'm just wandering," Isabel explained as she walked in the door. "My homework's done so I actually have time to kill for a bit."

She stopped, "Your hair, it's red again!"

[chasingangela]

Self-conscious, Angela brings a hand to her hair. "I changed it back on -- Thursday? I think it was Thursday. The black got old kind of fast."

"I think I'll just keep it red from now on."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I liked it black. But this is very nice to. It does suit you."

"So what did you do in the battle this weekend?" she asked. "Apparently I missed all the excitement."

[chasingangela]

Angela lets out a noise that's half sigh and half laugh. "I wish I could have missed it. I killed snowmen with ... ramen noodles, boiling oil, and burning textbooks. Burned my hand on the oil." She holds up her bandaged left hand. "But I guess it worked, so it's worth it."

"Want to sit down?" she says, indicating her desk chair.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Sure, thanks." She took a seat and looked over at Angela's hand. "That looks like it hurts. I have some vitamin E upstairs if you want it. It's not much for pain but it'll help keep it from scarring."

"Well, I missed it because I fell asleep reading my Western Lit homework. It just sounds pathetic when I say it."

"Wait a minute, ramen noodles?"

[chasingangela]

"I might take some of that lotion later, thanks. I think it's fine for now -- I put some Neosporin on it when I woke up and it's already a little less red."

"And yeah, ramen. I don't know why it worked, but it did. I guess because they were warm and wet although my player was thinking of dry ones, but, really, who's gonna complain about the apparent misread in the middle of a huge post if the monster DIES?."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm in 406, stop by whenever. Well you were fighting snow monsters, since I've never seen an official rulebook on killing them, who's to say ramen wouldn't work." She grinned, "This place is too bizarre at times."

"I can't believe they're not giving us a day off tomorrow. It seems like half the students should be counted as the walking wounded. But we still have to go to class." She smiled wryly, "Of course I say 'we' as a member of the student body, not as a wounded warrior. Because, like I said, slept through it."

[chasingangela]

Angela arches one eyebrow. "I guess it makes sense monsters made of snow would be quiet?" she offers. "Seriously, though, you were probably safer just staying in your room. Unless you can shoot fire out of your eyes or something. Then we could have used you."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"No, no special powers here," Isabel said. "But I bet I could have helped fling Ramen. I'm really not a front-line person. Stick me in the back to help make coffee, fill muskets or apply band-aids."

[chasingangela]

"Really," Angela says, looking thoughtful. She speaks quickly when she next talks. "That's about where I belong, too. I shot a gun twice in my life. Once I hit my boyfriend and once I killed a zombie, and that was it for me."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel smiled, "You're still more experienced then I am. I think the last gun I picked up was the dart gun my brother had when he was 12."

"I remember you telling me about shooting Marty during the zombie weekend. Actually I fed him pancakes yesterday morning. So at least he was well fed before battle. What did he do this weekend for school defense?" she asked.

[chasingangela]

Angela's eyes shift to the side slightly. "I saw him on the roof. I think he was shooting at the snow monsters."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You think?" Isabel asked. "You haven't seen him since?"

[chasingangela]

"He didn't come to the party last night, so, no."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh..." Isabel can read subtext most of the time. "Sorry, I didn't know."

And now for the abrupt/embarrassed change in subject. "So what are you doing for lunch on Wednesday? Parker and I were going to go out. Would you like to come?"

[chasingangela]

"It's okay. We didn't hand out flyers, or whatever," Angela says. "We're working on being friends now. Which is kind of new."

"And I have no plans for lunch Wednesday, so I'd love to come along. Where are you guys gonna go?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Friends is good. I think, my relationship experience is pretty minimal. But I'd think being friends with an ex is better then being bitter and angry."

She shrugged, "I don't know yet, I'm supposed to email her. Maybe Rory's step-dad's place?"

[chasingangela]

"Yeah, I can't be bitter and angry with him, thank god."

"And Luke's is fun. We should do that."

Angela glances at her watch. "I hate to kick you out, but I have a study group to get to. See you around?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Great, I'll copy you on the email. And it's not a problem. School is why we're here."

She got up and headed towards the door. "I'll see you," she called over her shoulder as she left the room.